[ That gentle, innocent smile always fills Wen Ning with a warmth he knows he cannot truly feel. He wishes he could return even a semblance of the expression and can only hope that A-Yuan can understand just how much it means to him to still receive such a fond gaze. He manages a soft nod. ]

I did not know where you went. After we separated.

[ He tilts his head for a moment until he realizes that Sizhui must suspect casualties from the crash. Wen Ning had yet to encounter any injuries that would suggest anything like that and starts to tell him when the boy changes course. He nods again, closing his mouth, and attempts to straighten his stance. ]

We can look. Together.